is awakened every year on Hallween night. People say on this night when the curse awakens you can
hear the sounds and the cries of those whom have died in the house over the years.
They say that anyone who has died in the house, their soul is trapped in the house to be damned for
an eternity of hell and torment. Many people believe in the curse. Only a select few, however, do not.
One of the select few is George Cramer or 'Old Man Cramer', as he was known to the town of
Perigord. To many he was thought of as being just as creepy as the house was. He was a bitter old
man and no one, not even his wife, Ruth knew why. His bitterness was mostly aimed at the younger
generation. His bitterness aimed also at nights like Halloween. He despised anyone and anything
associated with the word fun.
George and Ruth had turned in for the night right around nine pm. Everything was quiet. It was like
the parents did not want to bring their children down or around the street where 'Old Man Cramer' and
'The House Of Death' resided. Just the way George preferred it.
Later on in the night they were both awakened by the sounds of screaming and banging noises coming
from outside in the night. Ruth looked over at her husband and questioned him...
"George, dear. What's happening out there? Where are those sounds coming from?" she asked him
with panic in her voice.
"Beats the hell out of me. Probaly those damn kids trying to get in the last of their Halloween gags
or something," he sharply replied to her. "Damn kids," he repeated under his breathe as he got up,
walking over to the bedroom window.
George then opened the bedroom window and looked out to the night. He was suddenly startled to
find the noises were coming from the house just across the street. "What the hell?" was all he could
say as he noticed strange lights coming out from inside the house.
George, being the Doubting Thomas that he was, figured it was indeed kids trying to pull off some
Halloween pranks. Angered, he yelled out. "Okay, you damn punks want to try to put a scare into
George Cramer. Well, George Cramer has a scare for you, too," he said grabbing a shotgun from
within' the bedroom closet. He then marched out the bedroom door, shotgun in hand, to make his way over to the house.
Ruth cried out from the two-story bedroom window... "George. Be careful, dear." He kept walking
towards the house, ignoring her pleas.
Minutes later as Ruth sat on the edge of the bed awaiting her husbands return, she was jolted by the
sounds of gunfire. Running over to the window, she looked out for signs of George leaving the house.
When she did not see him, she began to fear the worse. Ruth ran out of the bedroom, down the stairs
and out the front door, hoping George was okay.
Ruth stood outside of the house and cried out. "George. George, honey. Are you okay," she kept
yelling out. Then without a word of warning, George's body came flying out of the bay window of the
house. As Ruth looked down at George's lifeless body, or at least what was left of it, what she saw
sent chills up and down her spine.
Both of his eyes had ben ripped out of their sockets and the right side of his face had been torn
off. His left arm had been completely torn away from his body. His right hand was missing. His robe
and pajamas had been shredded, as well as the skin underneath. His body had been completly drained
of blood.
"George. George. Nooooo...," was the only words she could say before the horror of seeing George's
lifeless corpse overcame her and she fell upon his dead body, dying of fright.
From within' the house came a sound of horrifying laughter and a dark, evil voice saying... "Happy
Halloween...Hahahahaha!!!"
~The End~